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"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
"Whatever you want, make it fast — I've got work to do, dammit!"
(Or just come harass him in person over here on the Farm!)
december 28th - action.
[He whistles low under his breath.]
Okay, the good news is it's probably not as bad as it looks. Yeah, there's a lot of blood, but you did good getting pressure on it and once we clean it up it won't look nearly as messy. If you're lucky you won't even need stitches.
[He gets an arm around Hiccup, mostly to steady him.]
C'mon, into the lab. The sooner we get that disinfected and bandaged, the better you'll feel.
december 28th - action.
[He's not really all too sure which part specifically he's agreeing with, but he'll wrap the arm right back up and wander over to the lab with Albert. He's all for that feeling better stuff, and avoiding stitches sounds pretty cool, too, even if that's not a guarantee. After taking a deep breath, Hiccup glances over with a mumble.]
Sorry I keep doing stupid things.
[It's a familiar apology, for him, though the exact phrasing isn't always the same.]
december 28th - action.
[And yet it earns him a very slight hair ruffle, so fast it's there and gone in the blink of an eye.]
But you're still smarter than the average bear, Boo-Boo.
december 28th - action.
Despite not understanding the reference--which he's baffled by not only because of lack of knowledge, but because Albert just said 'Boo-Boo', and that seemed absurd--the comment makes him feel a little better. Gobber would have just agreed with him and left it at that. Stoick would have lectured him, probably. Hiccup had expected both of those, really, but he can live without those options. Somehow, his heart will go on. Just as is arm will heal, so will he.]
Well, at least there's something there that lets you put up with me.
[And look, his tone is starting to go back to its familiar wry self instead of the weaker, stunned one. HE'S ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY ALREADY.]